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Location: Sorrel’s apartment
Time: Morning
Interacting with: [@tea]Sorrel [@Ithradine]Volvango
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Finn looked at Sorrel. Yeah, it made sense that she had some questions. It’s kind of odd that some guy you barely know asks to stay in your house for a while. However Finn wasn’t entirely sure what to say. Wouldn’t it look bad if he said that he had left his pack? That does not come around as too trustworthy. But on the other hand, lying about it wasn’t good either. Quickly the young wolf stuffed his mouth full of sausage just to buy some more time to think about it.

As he finely emptied his mouth Finn turned towards Sorrel and began to speak.[color=C0ABEF] “I’m not really one of sappy life stories but I believe the least thing I can do is tell it anyway. I’m looking for my brother. He moved to Ember Grove some years ago”[/color] The young wolf paused a bit as he thought about how to continue. [color=C0ABEF]”My brother is actually the only family member I can get along with. We both hate our father. I’m from New York by the way. Anyway, we’re both werewolves. Just like our parents, grandparents, great grandparents. You get the picture, right? It’s like dog breeding, every fucking family member has this extensive family tree of pureblooded werewolves. I can’t even decide who to marry on my own. Let alone hang around with non-werewolves. My father calls that pure-blood pollution. Being in his pack is like living in Nazi-Germany. All he ever does is ramble about how werewolves are the superior lifeform and that smaller werewolves are just an insult to wolfkind.”[/color]

The more Finn was rambling about his father and family, the angrier he got. He hated his father, just like his father hated him. That man always looked down upon him. In his father’s eyes, Finn was never good enough to be a Cooper. With a hard bite he chewed down the next sausage, pouring it down with a glass of milk before he continued to speak again.

[color=C0ABEF]”Where was I? Right, I was talking about my brother, right? So yeah, I’m looking for him. I left my pack’s territory without permission from my father, so the ancient traditions say that I can never return. Something with disobedience to the alpha yadda yadda yadda. So anyway, my brother and I always stayed in touch. However 1 month ago, he suddenly stopped responding to my phone calls, text messages and so on. So I went by his dormitory last night at the campus but he wasn’t there. I tracked down his roommate to the art gallery but the only thing he could tell me that Mike hadn’t returned home from work and that the campus police said that he had returned back home to New York because of some family stuff. An obvious lie because he is just as unwelcome as me now back home.”[/color]

Finn paused a bit more as he realized that he had been rambling a lot. It was probably an incoherent mess of words that he had rapidly fired from his mouth. He wondered if Sorrel could make anything out of that mess at all. [color=C0ABEF]”So, that is basically why I am in Ember Grove right now. Breakfast taste delicious Volvango.”[/color]